MAP OF THE NEW WORLD: ARCHIPELAGOES – Poetry bi Darek Walcott

MAP OF THE NEW WORLD: ARCHIPELAGOES

At the end of this sentence, rain will begin. At the rain’s edge, a sail. Slowly the sail will lose sight of islands. Into a mist will go the belief in harbors of an entire race. The ten-years war is finished. Helen’s hair, a gray cloud. Troy, a white ashpit by the drizzling sea. The drizzle tightens like the strings of a harp. A man with clouded eyes picks up the rain and plucks the first line of the Odyssey.

(Derek Walcott)

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